Chapter 4

3rd Person P.O.V

It had been a month since the party incident. While Veronica was technically still friends with the Heathers and had to be seen with them during school time, she also made a great effort to still spend time with Jasmine, and this was both in and out of school. The two would usually visit the 7-Eleven after school, as it had now become part of their routine, and spend a few hours together before both had to go home. That day, however, Veronica had asked to see Jasmine's house, and the dark-haired girl didn't have the heart to refuse the request, so she had shown Veronica to her house, and the two were now sat in the living room, with Jasmine aimlessly flicking through channels on the TV to see if there was anything interesting they could watch, but eventually ended up turning the TV off upon discovering there was nothing good. That was when Jasmine noticed that Veronica seemed distracted.

"Something on your mind?" Jasmine asked.

"This might sound weird, but sometimes I think about what might have happened that day, if you hadn't told me that I had the wrong mug. The school would've gone to chaos, as Duke likely would have tried to take Chandler's place as ruler of the school." Veronica admitted.

"That does seem the most likely scenario. But as much as I disliked the way Chandler was acting toward you that day, I would never wish her dead because of it." Jasmine said, running a hand through her hair. She knew that people changed over time, but she still had some trouble believing that the girl she had once known had become so cold and harsh in only three years, but the more logical part of her figured that it was just a façade to deal with the pressures of high school. Suddenly, the sound of a door slamming jolted her out of her thoughts, since she knew what it meant.

"Hey, do you want to get some ice cream? Let's hit the Dairy Queen." Jasmine said, quickly getting up from her seat.

"What's wrong?" Veronica asked.

"Jasmine!" A male voice called out.

"We need to leave now." Jasmine said.

"What's going on?" Veronica asked, concerned about the sudden change in her girlfriend's behaviour.

"Jasmine, are you here?" The voice called out again.

"It's my dad." Jasmine said.

"Cool, I want to meet him." Veronica said.

"Not a good idea." Jasmine said. Just then, a man entered the room. It was Jasmine's father, Big Bud Dean.

"Jasmine, come on! It's showtime." Bud said.

"Mr Dean? Hello." Veronica said, which caused Bud to turn and see her there.

"Veronica, this is my dad, Big Bud Dean." Jasmine reluctantly made the introductions.

"Get rid of her! Some friends of ours need a hotel brought down. Run over to Sears and pick up eighty pounds of fertiliser and some diesel fuel. Use the Nevada ID." Bud said.

"I'm going out for ice cream with my girlfriend." Jasmine said, her tone almost daring her father to argue with her. This caused Bud to turn his attention to Veronica.

"You know how I blow up one of these shit-box suburban houses? I pack the top floor with thermals, and set the whole thing off with a Norwegian in the boiler room. Where's your house, sweetheart?" Bud questioned. Veronica ultimately decided that she really did not like Big Bud Dean. She hadn't liked him much when Jasmine had told her how he had killed her twin brother, and meeting him in person certainly did not make her like him any more than that.

"I should go. My mom's expecting me for dinner. Spaghetti with lots of oregano." Veronica said, feeling very awkward about how close Bud was standing to her.

"Nice. Last time I saw my mom, she was waving out the window of a library in Texas. Right, Dad?" Jasmine questioned, which caused Bud to finally turn his attention away from Veronica and move back over to face his daughter.

"Right, daughter." Bud answered. The obvious tension between the two made Veronica very uncomfortable.

"Okay. Well, see you tomorrow." Veronica said, before leaving the house and heading back home. As she walked home, the main thought that crossed her mind was that if she and Jasmine ever got married, then Big Bud Dean definitely would NOT be speaking at the wedding. 

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